Sunday, July 14, 2013

I haven't written in way too long. Many things have happened the year, most not happy ones. My cat of 14 years, Chaplin, passed away. He was a ragamuffin who joined my household in 1997 and brought joy with his funny face, quiet demeanor and love of belly rubs. That was in December 2011.

In February 2012, a new kitty joined us. Jacksie, named in honor of Jackson Pollock because she looks like she ran through his studio and he decided to paint her, was a joy to have around. However, our older cat, Furby, didn't quite take to her as I'd like. Even though she really loved him and tried to get his attention all the time.

Furby was and always had been, a mama's boy. He was my cat. Make no bones about it. He spent most of his time, playing and cuddling with me. Met me at the door when I came home, jumped into my arms often and loved laying me butting his head into me for kisses and scratches. After an all too brief 12 years, barely, He passed in April of this year. I starter to write this then, but I just couldn't bring myself to write. He was such a close part of my life that his loss hit me very hard. Both Furby and Chaplin were my heart and soul, respectively.Jacksie is now my soul, cute, adorable, fun and getting more affectionate daily. She was very upset when Furby passed away. She stopped eating as much, lost weight and was a bit droopy around the house. Eventually she got past it but did not revive to the kitty she was before. It wonky recently that she's become the rambunctious, playful feline she was when we first met. For that, I can only credit the newest member of our household.

Gizmo came home with me a couple of weeks ago. He's a 14 week old kitting that has stolen my heart. Cuddly, affectionate, gorgeous and mischievous, he has brought both Jacksie and myself to life again. So now I have my heart and my soul back again. Life is good.